Chapter 632
Fangs: It Doesn't Matter Whether America Dies or Not
Chapter 632 Fangs: It Doesn't Matter Whether America Dies or Not
Gingrich stood by the window on Capitol Hill, clutching the report that the Octagon had just delivered.
The moles of the East were completely fooled by a man surnamed Zhang, and most of the information they sent back was just smoke and mirrors.
Despite spending a lot of money, they almost dragged the United States into a ditch.
"Foolish humans, foolish carbon-based life forms!"
Gingrich remained expressionless; the rules of the Node World restricted the Divine Heir, and they also restricted him.
Over the past year, he has pushed for a complete blockade of the Eastern Kingdom, which, according to his calculations, should experience a systemic collapse within six months.
Instead of collapsing, they produced a fighter jet capable of forcing an F-22 to take down.
We can't give the Divine Heir any more time to develop!
Gingrich put down the report and dialed the Department of Defense: "Send the 'Nuomici' into the South China Sea. Invite military exercises from all countries and be prepared for actual combat at any time."
“Gingrich, this is insane. The East is not like Persia or Iraq. We can’t even handle Vietnam. How can we engage in military conflict with them? This will drag America into a quagmire and ruin America.”
Gingrich sneered, his eyes chilling: "I don't care whether America lives or dies, I want East Asia to die!"
Even if it means mutual destruction, he still wins!
……
January 1999 was a rather exciting month for the people of Dongguo.
The timing was right after New Year's Day and before the Lunar New Year. It should have been the time to prepare for the New Year, but no one had any intention of preparing for the Spring Festival.
American planes have come to provoke us.
While everyone was filled with anxiety, the news reported that the American plane was forced to stop by the USS Luang, and that the country had developed the world's first 6th generation fighter jet.
It was so sudden, it felt like punching cotton and feeling empty.
"Dad, how lonely it is to be invincible. How empty it is to be invincible. Alone on the summit, the cold wind keeps blowing..."
As Guo Xiaoqiang spoke, he began to sing.
Since the Luan Bird fighter jet made its grand debut, this song has become a hit among students, and the song is accompanied by the whooshing sound of airplanes.
Guo Lidong's ears were practically calloused from hearing it, but his body swayed involuntarily: "Son, study hard, and we'll fly fighter jets someday too."
A true man must soar like an eagle in the sky, risk his life, and shed his blood to serve his country!
Guo Xiaoqiang clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying like a little adult, "Dad, you should update your knowledge base. By the time I grow up, our country will already be using unmanned combat aircraft! At that time, mechanical dogs, drones, combat robots... the enemy won't even see us before they're utterly defeated. We won't have to be like our revolutionary predecessors, using our bodies to block the enemy's steel torrents anymore."
He threw a punch into the air, his childish voice letting out a powerful roar: "You little bastards, tremble! Your big daddy is back!"
Guo Lidong slapped his son on the back of the head and warned, "Don't swear. But what you said is true, so I'll forgive you this time."
After saying that, he asked with a hint of anticipation, "Can...can we really develop to that level?"
Guo Xiaoqiang pouted: "Dad, even the Luan bird has come out, which means that there are many Dongguo people working hard in the corners we can't see. Unity is strength. If one Dongguo person can't do it, millions of Dongguo people can definitely do it. Besides, the mother of artificial intelligence is us Dongguo people."
"Huh? Who is it?"
"Dad, you're so silly! It's Lin Xiaohe."
"How did you know? Isn't Lin Xiaohe the chairman of Changhong Group? Is she a government official?"
"Ask Xinbao, and Xinbao will tell you."
Guo Lidong: "Son, are you afraid of getting arrested for asking this question?"
"Dad, your son isn't stupid. Xinbao dared to speak out, so it must be allowed by the country. After decades of enduring humiliation, the day has finally come. I swear to step on blood and fire to reclaim my throne." Guo Lidong... Little rascal, watch less cartoons.
However, with such loyalty and ambition, my son has a promising future.
Guo Lidong was full of energy, his blood was boiling, and he had nowhere to vent it, so he went into the kitchen, picked up a big ladle, and sweated profusely.
He swung the heavy iron spoon with dazzling skill, employing every imaginable technique.
"Deep-fried America, raw marinated daily life, stewed kimchi, stir-fried kangaroo..."
Grandpa Guo pushed open the door, carrying a ceramic basin, and as soon as he entered, he heard his son reciting the names of the dishes.
He leaned close to Guo Xiaoqiang and whispered, "What's wrong with your dad? He hasn't been in the kitchen in ages, and when he is, he makes a creepy mess."
Guo Xiaoqiang kept his head down, doing his programming homework, and said without looking up much, "I have a heart full of loyalty to the country, but I can't use my pen to bring peace to the nation, nor can I fight on the battlefield. I can only bully small fish and shrimp in the kitchen."
Grandpa Guo licked his teeth and tsk.
Guo Xiaoqiang: "Tsk."
Grandpa Guo gently patted Guo Xiaoqiang's head: "That's your dad, what are you tspitting out for?"
"We hope our fathers will become successful, but we also resent their lack of ambition." Guo Xiaoqiang pouted. "Look at my mom, look at my grandma, they never forget to learn, and look at them, they are all shining in their positions."
Grandpa Guo was speechless. His son's will was a little weak, but fortunately, the next generation's thoughts were upright and had not gone astray.
At mealtime, the table was set with fried potato chips, raw marinated shrimp, kimchi stewed with lean meat, and stir-fried shredded beef.
Grandma Guo and Grandma Guo are working overtime today and won't be home for dinner. It'll just be the three of them, Grandpa, Grandma, and Grandpa.
Grandpa Guo has a habit of watching the news while eating, occasionally offering a few comments.
The family was enjoying their meal when they heard on the news that the United States had sent an aircraft carrier and was conducting some kind of exercise.
The news broadcast was delivered in a restrained tone, but everyone understood what was going on.
Grandpa Guo glared angrily and slammed his chopsticks on the table: "Do these bandits think we have no one to rely on?!"
The old man stopped eating and rushed into the house, rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Guo Lidong was worried that something might happen to the old man.
"I need to find my discharge certificate. I'm going to the conscription office tomorrow. I'm so angry!"
Guo Lidong said helplessly, "Dad, you're so old, they won't accept it."
The next day, long queues formed at recruitment stations in major cities.
It wasn't organized by the government; people came on their own.
A retired navy veteran, with his second-class merit medal pinned to his chest, stood at the entrance of the recruitment station and said into the reporter's microphone, "I'm 63 years old, but I'm ready to go anytime the country needs me!"
A satirical poem was posted on an internet forum and forwarded hundreds of thousands of times within 48 hours:
The waves of the East Sea have not yet subsided, and troops are being mustered again in the South Sea. If an old man with white hair is needed, he shall take up his sword and head to the Jade Capital.
Signed: An old soldier.
The people at the recruitment office were deeply moved, but they still persuaded the crowd of people who came to enlist to leave one by one: "Thank you all for your support and positive response, but we have not received any recruitment notice from our superiors. Please go back first, and trust us, trust the People's Liberation Army, and trust the Party and the country."
There's so much I want to write, but I don't dare. I'll stop here.